Abercrombie and SATAN
So yesterday, I am working in the front room (Women's 1), and the only other person working in the store is the girl at the cash register (Canoe Room). I didn't think it was wildly unusual until i saw four employees walk into the store, clock in, and go into the back. A few minutes later, a girl walks in with a cake and disappears into the back room.
A few minutes after that, the four employees who had walked in earlier walk out and disappear for a few minutes to return with Starbucks for all of the employees in the back.
There are seventeen people clocked in.
Why are there only two of us working?
There are lots of customers in the store, all wanting different things at the same time and it was very difficult for the two of us to attend to all of them. So after awhile, when someone comes out of the back room for a moment I ask them whats going on.
"Oh, it's Evan's last day... yeah I know its like, super sad."
Evan is a manager.
Evan, I discover, has called a bunch of people in to the store to get paid to hang out in the back.
I am a little furious.
I go into the back room.
I walk up to Evan.
I slam my walkie talkie into his hand.
"I am going on my break. Someone needs to cover women's 1. Some one needs to be in women's 2. And you should really put someone on go-back's because they're getting out of control. Bye."
I walk out and shut the door on the room full of gawking, starbucks consuming employees.
I go on break.
I take an extra seven minutes.
I get back.
"Finally," says Evan who is standing in women's 1,
"I have to fucking pee".
Maybe its because you're drinking fucking beer in the back room.
It's a little better now.
Everybody has moved from the back room to behind the cash register and are hanging out there.
There is an unlit cigarette drooping from the mouth of the moose, and someone is spraying the counter with "FIERCE" and lighting it on fire.
And that was my minimum wage retail adventure of the day.
:)
A few minutes after that, the four employees who had walked in earlier walk out and disappear for a few minutes to return with Starbucks for all of the employees in the back.
There are seventeen people clocked in.
Why are there only two of us working?
There are lots of customers in the store, all wanting different things at the same time and it was very difficult for the two of us to attend to all of them. So after awhile, when someone comes out of the back room for a moment I ask them whats going on.
"Oh, it's Evan's last day... yeah I know its like, super sad."
Evan is a manager.
Evan, I discover, has called a bunch of people in to the store to get paid to hang out in the back.
I am a little furious.
I go into the back room.
I walk up to Evan.
I slam my walkie talkie into his hand.
"I am going on my break. Someone needs to cover women's 1. Some one needs to be in women's 2. And you should really put someone on go-back's because they're getting out of control. Bye."
I walk out and shut the door on the room full of gawking, starbucks consuming employees.
I go on break.
I take an extra seven minutes.
I get back.
"Finally," says Evan who is standing in women's 1,
"I have to fucking pee".
Maybe its because you're drinking fucking beer in the back room.
It's a little better now.
Everybody has moved from the back room to behind the cash register and are hanging out there.
There is an unlit cigarette drooping from the mouth of the moose, and someone is spraying the counter with "FIERCE" and lighting it on fire.
And that was my minimum wage retail adventure of the day.
:)